If Liang Xinyi's behavior is judged according to the standards of Meng Feibai's previous life, it is properly an illegitimate meal dressed as a reporter, even in the fan circle, it is a character that everyone shouts at, so when Meng Feibai finds out that she has come to follow her again, she will be so indifferent.

But now it seems that the reason why she is following herself today should be related to the last time she saved her from the hands of the infected, when she patronized to vent the gloom in her heart and ignored her state, she probably sobered up once and saw herself, so she wanted to come to herself for verification.

This thing... It's not easy to do.

Meng Feibai frowned slightly.

If he acted according to his heart, he would say something to comfort Liang Xinyi, of course, he would definitely not admit whether he saved her that day, he didn't want Liang Xinyi, his fan, to suffer from an amnesia pen that didn't know what the side effects were.

But now it was clear that he couldn't show the slightest hint of good talk.

So after thinking about it for a while, he decided to be indifferent to the end and completely dismiss her good opinion of him.

After glancing at Liang Xinyi, who was sad alone, Meng Feibai silently apologized to her in his heart:

I'm sorry, girl, it's not that I have to be a villain, it's just that I'm different from ordinary artists, and it may be dangerous for you to follow me, for the sake of your personal safety, I can only let you down.

After taking a deep breath, Meng Feibai said again with an indifferent expression:

"No matter what you want to do, your behavior has caused me a lot of trouble, I don't have the patience to answer your daydreaming questions, I hope you can recognize the reality, stop using this lame excuse to cover up your stalker's behavior, now please promise never to do something similar in the future, and leave immediately, or I'm going to call the police."

Meng Feibai's indifferent voice made Liang Xinyi tremble, she raised her head and looked at Meng Feibai, who was looking at her expressionlessly with red eyes, and silently took two steps back.

"I'm sorry because my naivety has bothered you, and I won't do anything like this again."

She bowed her head slightly and whispered in a trembling voice.

Seeing this, a trace of pity flashed in Meng Feibai's eyes, but he quickly regained his indifference.

"Hopefully you'll remember what you said, and now you can go."

Liang Xinyi nodded, snorted and turned to leave.

A gust of night wind blew, and she subconsciously hugged her arms and shrunk her neck.

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, but unfortunately the wind is not so gentle.

A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously covered her chest with her hands, and she could feel that her originally hot chest was filled with cold coolness at this time.

I'm sorry girl, you may be sad for a while, but you will always find a better artist than I am.

Meng Feibai stood in place, watching Liang Xinyi's thin figure step by step into the darkness with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he used a slight force under his feet, and the whole person jumped in the direction of Liang Xinyi like a sharp arrow.

Liang Xinyi felt that her body was getting colder and colder, and her vision in front of her was getting more and more blurred, and finally her feet were weak and she fell behind her.

Mom, don't hit the back of your head on the ground.

The only consciousness she had was screaming wildly in her head, but she couldn't control the slightest bit of her body, so she had to resign herself to closing her eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The imaginary pain did not hit.

She tried her best to open her eyes slightly, and when she saw the figure close at hand, her face flushed, and then she lost consciousness with peace of mind.

"Hello? Wake up, are you alright? ”

Meng Feibai gently shook Liang Xinyi in his arms, and called out anxiously and softly.

It's not like I'm fainting, is it? A journalist shouldn't have such a bad mental capacity, right?

After calling a few words, Meng Feibai found that Liang Xinyi in his arms had no reaction, looking at her increasingly pale face, Meng Feibai was anxious and couldn't cry or laugh in his heart.

After calling a few more times, he stretched out his hand and gently placed it under the tip of Liang Xinyi's nose.

Breathing is weak.

He frowned and placed the back of his hand on Liang Xinyi's forehead.

The body temperature is also very low.

Meng Feibai, who realized that Liang Xinyi's situation was not good, took a deep breath, then picked her up sideways and ran quickly towards the main street not far away.

Ten minutes later, Meng Feibai got out of the taxi with Liang Xinyi in his arms and ran all the way to the Third People's Hospital of Kyoto City.

"Doctor, doctor, she needs first aid!"

After feeling that Liang Xinyi's breath in his arms was getting weaker and weaker, Meng Feibai became more and more impatient, and as soon as he entered the gate of the hospital, he shouted at the doctor in the inquiry desk not far away.

A doctor quickly stepped forward to briefly examine Liang Xinyi, and then said in a hurried tone:

"Quick, the patient is in critical condition, hurry up and send it to the first aid!"

As he spoke, he instructed the nurses around him to find a stretcher cart, and Meng Feibai, who was eager to save people, couldn't wait for this, and after glancing at the hospital zoning map above his head, he ran towards the emergency room.

Seeing this, the doctor behind him hurriedly followed behind Meng Feibai.

The two of them galloped all the way, and finally sent Liang Xinyi to the emergency room three minutes later.

It wasn't until the red light turned on outside the door of the emergency room that Meng Feibai breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the bench in the corridor.

After glancing at the emergency room with the door closed, he couldn't help but sigh in distress:

"What's going on..."

After sitting on the chair for a while, Meng Feibai couldn't sit still, so he got up and began to walk back and forth in the corridor, looking up from time to time to look at the emergency room that was still lit with a red light.

An hour, two hours, three hours...

The time came to one o'clock in the night, and the rescue was still not over, and with the extension of the rescue time, Meng Feibai's mood became heavier and heavier.

"Didi, Didi."

Just as he was leaning back on the bench in a daze, his cell phone rang, and he quickly pulled it out of his pocket and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? How's it going? ”

On the other end of the phone was Han Shuyan's calm voice.

Meng Feibai glanced at the direction of the operating room, shook his head and said:

"I'm still rescuing, I just went to pay for the operation."

Han Shuyan on the other end of the phone heard the worry in Meng Feibai's voice, so he said firmly:

"You don't have to worry too much, this matter has nothing to do with you, it won't have any impact on your image."

"I'm not worried about this Sister Shuyan."

Meng Feibai smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"After all, she is my fan, if I knew that she was not in good health, I wouldn't have said those words to her, do you think it was because the words I said to her were too hurtful, so she couldn't accept it for a while, so she fainted?"

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Han Shuyan's helpless voice came.

"You, you, you're just too kind, okay, it's her fault that she tracked you, don't put so much pressure on yourself, I know the director of the Third Hospital, I will contact him and let him do his best to save him."

Meng Feibai felt a little relieved when he heard this, nodded and thanked Han Shuyan, and after the two chatted a few more words, Meng Feibai rejected Han Shuyan's proposal to send someone to accompany him, and then hung up the phone.

After a long breath of turbidity, he slumped back on the bench again, quietly waiting for the results of the rescue.